It was not enough.
Broken pieces of bottles crowded a space below the bed as the vampiress struggled to search for more. More claret- no, more blood.
She was finished with all of them. Cattle, deer, cattle, cattle, chicken… It seemed that she readied herself for this very day. She could not remember. Hunger was clouding her mind.
But the bottles were empty, broken, and the flavours were tiring. She was yearning for something raw, something fresh…. something she could sink her fangs in.
Drinking from bottles wasn't enough. What more could she drink for when there was none?
Her stomach ached, her chest heavy. Her senses were tingling, sensitive. A great amount of lust was taking over her. She wanted something to relieve herself. Someone she could touch, someone she could drink. She wanted someone to fill her needs.
